CHAPTER 92: BED TIME

Though he always appeared the same, if Cheon Areum focused and stared into his eyes long enough, he could somewhat tell how Yoon Seoyul was feeling. His emotions were actually quite visible if you just noticed them once.

"Are you tired?"

Yoon Seoyul spoke, discarding the previous questions completely. Cheon Areum squeezed his cheeks together as Yoon Seoyul closed his eyes, letting him do so.

"I’m not tired, but why do you look sad? Did something happen?"

"I was just thinking about something..."

"You won’t tell me?"

Yoon Seoyul opened his eyes, initiating contact with Cheon Areum’s eyes again, and then his gaze moved down to his lips, staring at them. Without a word, Yoon Seoyul lifted a hand, looping it gently through Cheon Areum’s hair and guiding his head downward, capturing his lips in a deep, consuming kiss. Cheon Areum was about to break the kiss when Yoon Seoyul moved back on his own.

"It’s tomorrow. I don’t like that day."

"Is there a reason for that?"

"I just don’t like it. It’s the worst day."

Yoon Seoyul spoke almost in a childish tone, nuzzling against Cheon Areum’s chest, his arms circled around his waist tightly.

"That’s it? You just don’t like it for no reason?"

"Areum..."

"What?"

"Areum..."

Yoon Seoyul spoke softly, his voice low and longing as his hands slipped beneath the thin fabric of Cheon Areum’s cotton pajamas. His palms glided slowly up his back, the sudden contrast of their coldness making Cheon Areum flinch slightly. The sensation pulled a light breath from his lips.

Instinctively, Cheon Areum gripped Yoon Seoyul’s shoulders, leaning in closer, but before he could press fully against him, Yoon Seoyul tugged at the hem of his shirt and slipped it into Cheon Areum’s mouth, silently asking him to lift it higher.

"Try to hold onto it."

Cheon Areum didn’t respond, his mouth full of the fabric, as Yoon Seoyul’s tongue delicately licked around his chest area, rounding the small raised bumps. He shut his eyes, trying to stay still when Yoon Seoyul lowered his head down to take those hardening buds straight into his mouth and sucked on them greedily.

The many nerve endings on the tip were transmitting the stimulation straight to his head without any omissions. Cheon Areum dazedly grasped Yoon Seoyul’s head, bringing it closer. Yoon Seoyul switched from one side to the other as his hand also reached toward the free one and pinched it with two fingers, not letting either one of them rest.

He gently nibbled at the edge of Cheon Areum’s nipple with his sharp canines, eliciting a sharp shudder from him every time. The sensation was strange—almost ticklish but undeniably arousing—and it left Cheon Areum nearly breathless, his body twitching with each nip.

Feeling him slowly droop forward, losing strength in his legs, Yoon Seoyul slid his arms beneath Cheon Areum’s armpits and lifted him up again, forcing him to sit straighter. His mouth closed back onto the sensitive bud, sucking harder with unwavering attention.

"Mmh....."

Cheon Areum tore his head away, glaring down at him ridiculously. Yoon Seoyul’s tongue, still wet against his lips, slipped out again as he leaned forward, latching onto Cheon Areum’s chest without pause. His mouth closed around the left bud, while his hand moved with pressure, kneading the right side roughly—as if determined to draw out every reaction Cheon Areum had tried so hard to suppress.

At that moment, Cheon Areum heard faint footsteps coming closer to the living room. He immediately pulled Yoon Seoyul’s head off of him, as his sharp teeth grazed the nipple in the action, opening his mouth to let the shirt fall over his stomach and dropped onto Yoon Seoyul’s lap. He pressed his forehead against Yoon Seoyul’s head, hiding his burning face as he heard Rian’s voice entering the room.

"Hyung... I think this house is haunted."

Rian spoke almost in a whisper. Cheon Areum opened his mouth to speak when Yoon Seoyul asked him the same thing.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Yoon Seoyul, you saw that the bedroom door was wide open when we went to sneak on Hyung, right?"

"Huh?"

Cheon Areum muttered, though his voice didn’t reach Rian as he began to explain further.

"I just passed by the same bedroom and it was closed!"

"....."

Rian exclaimed, standing just behind Cheon Areum, but without raising any questions, he went back to gaming. Cheon Areum slightly lifted his head to move away, but Yoon Seoyul’s hands slipped back into the shirt, holding his waist—that fit perfectly into his hands.

"Yoon Seoyul...."

Cheon Areum whispered, signaling with his eyes to let go. But instead of letting go, his hands slid down with purpose, gripping firmly at Cheon Areum’s buttocks—and without warning, he lifted him into the air in one smooth motion. A startled breath escaped Cheon Areum’s lips as he instinctively wrapped his legs around Yoon Seoyul’s waist, clinging to him. Yoon Seoyul began to walk, carrying him effortlessly out of the living room.

"Wait! Rian, I’m going to bed now. Finish the apples quickly before they turn brown and don’t stay up too late playing games!"

Cheon Areum hurriedly shouted, looking back at Rian from Yoon Seoyul’s shoulder.

"Also, don’t forget to brush your teeth before going to bed!"

"I already know, Hyung."

Rian pouted, still focused on his game, hoarding the apple pieces like treasure. That was the last glimpse Cheon Areum caught of him—right before Yoon Seoyul overtook his vision, crashing into him with an aggressive kiss that stole both breath and balance.

Cheon Areum barely had time to react, his arms locking around Yoon Seoyul’s shoulders as their bodies pressed flush together. Each step Yoon Seoyul took resonated through him as they moved through the hallway toward the first-floor bedroom—the door already wide open.

Yoon Seoyul eased him down onto the edge of the bed, their lips still fused in a deep, possessive kiss. As Cheon Areum shifted slightly, his fingers curling into the sheets beneath him, Yoon Seoyul climbed onto the mattress, overlaying his lap without once breaking the connection. His body pressed in close, lips moving with ravenous longing—as if nothing in the world existed beyond the taste of Cheon Areum.